If You Go Down, I Go Down With You

Love Story

Two months later-

I'm seven months pregnant and the only thing this kid does is kick me. I swear he hates me. He's healthy, and he's active. There's no doubt about that. The doctor said he'll probably come early and the kicking means he's just eager to get out.

I can never sleep because he never stops kicking. And when he stops kicking it's because he's sitting on my bladder so I have to pee constantly.

James couldn't sleep either because he knew I couldn't sleep. Tonight I got out of bed and went into the nursery James and I had set up.

It was beautiful. Grey. White furniture. Baby blue decorations. And this white rocking chair in the corner of the room next to the babies crib.

I sat in the rocking chair. Normally when I sing to the baby and rock in the chair it settles the kicking a little bit. Not all the way. But some.

James likes to give me a few minutes alone when I do this. To let me breath. Just be. By myself. He knows sometimes I just need a moment alone.

I always sang the same song to our baby. I always sang "Love Story" by Taylor swift. And I did tonight. Like I do every night.

"Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone
I keep waiting for you, but you never come
Is this in my head? I don't know what to think
He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring
And said, "Marry me, Juliet
You'll never have to be alone
I love you and that's all I really know
I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress
It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes""

"Hey doll." Just as I finished the song James walked into the room. "Hey handsome." I smiled as he made his way over to me. He got on his knees in front of me and I stopped rocking the chair.

He pressed a soft kiss to my belly and placed his hands on each side of my bump. "Hey baby boy. I know you're really excited to get out." He says and he looks up at me. I can't help but smile.

"But mama needs some rest. And you still have two more months to go buddy. So mommy and daddy would really love it, if you could give the kicking a rest, so mama can get some sleep."

When James talks to him he settles down. Always. But never until after I sing to him. He isn't even born yet and he's already spoiled. He has both of us wrapped around his little finger.

And he stopped kicking. "It worked." I whispered. James got off his knees and gave me a kiss before standing up all the way. He held his hands out for me to grab and when I did he pulled me up out of the chair and kissed my forehead.

"I love you. I love you for this. I love you for everything. I can't imagine the toll being pregnant takes on your body. You're so strong you barely let it show. So thank you. I love you baby girl."

"I love you too daddy." I chuckle and kiss him softly. "Do not call me that if you're not going to let me fuck you." He says and laughs. "Fine. Take me to bed then." I laugh and he picks me up.

I will never understand how he can still carry me perfectly. I was seven months pregnant and twice my original very tiny size and he picked me up bridal style and carried me to bed.

He ticked me in with him and held me close. Kissing me several times and burying his head in my neck. "I love you so much." He whispered. "I love you so much more." I whispered back.